Rush

To get to her future she was hypnotised,
With its beauty she was mesmerised,
Didn't have time to catch her breath,
She had caused her childhood's death,

Tangled in tomorrows troubles,
On every step of the way she fumbles,
Just couldnt see how beautiful life ought to be,
From every night and day she would flee,

She was the board they pinned their hopes to,
Everyday from happiness she flew,
so busy she was in trying to reach perfection,
she never stopped to see her own reflection,

She walked away from those days of smiles,
Now stacked on her table were a bundle of files,
Her smart suit she wanted to tear,
what she wanted most was the fresh air.